"Hearts to Miss Hart
So I bring you a heart.
Your name is fine
For a Valentine.
Though this trinket small
Can't tell you all
'Twill give you a hint
That hearts are not flint;
And when this one of gold
Our good wishes has told,
May it brightly shine
As your valentine."
"It's just a darling!" exclaimed Miss Hart, looking at the welcome gift.
"Your parents are too good to me, Marjorie."
"I'm glad of it," said Midge, simply, "you're too good to me!"
She smiled at Miss Hart, and then she and Delight opened their boxes together.
Their gifts were just alike, and were pink and gold cups and saucers. The china and decoration were exquisite, and both cup and saucer were heart shaped. Not the most convenient shape to drink from, perhaps, but lovely for a souvenir of Valentine's Day.
Then they took the boxes held out by the wax cupid, and admired the tufted satin and the painted garlands.
"Let's take the candies out and put them in other boxes," said Delight, "so there'll be no danger of getting a bit of chocolate on the satin."
This was a good idea, and then they took all the pretty ornaments into the library and set them around on tables.
"It's like Christmas," said Delight, with a little sigh of happiness. "I do love pretty things."
"Then you ought to be happy now," said Miss Hart, "for I never saw such an array of favors."